Almost a year now, exactly a year next Tuesday. It’s still so hard to believe. We were supposed to get old, together though on separate tracks, like two trains running parallel. I actually thought this though of course we were no longer a ‘we’ but a they, which is a we that once was. I thought a lifetime of things would happen to each of us and then, very old, we’d maybe get together again. For what, I have no idea - I never thought further ahead than that. Still it wasn’t impossible to think so, was it? It’s not that I hoped for or expected such a thing, it was enough to know it was possible. But now I wonder - what in the world was I thinking, that the hard things would ever
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Almost a year now, exactly a year next Tuesday. It’s still so hard to believe. We were supposed to get old, together though on separate tracks, like two trains running parallel. I actually thought this though of course we were no longer a ‘we’ but a they, which is a we that once was. I thought a lifetime of things would happen to each of us and then, very old, we’d maybe get together again. For what, I have no idea - I never thought further ahead than that. Still it wasn’t impossible to think so, was it? It’s not that I hoped for or expected such a thing, it was enough to know it was possible. But now I wonder - what in the world was I thinking, that the hard things would ever